#Crm

[rememberwhouare]

Ricks all black everythang era 🖤

[chaotic-archaeologist]

I have about 3 years left until I have a masters degree, but I want to work in CRM/my country’s equivalent to we-wanna-build-a-road-here-you-better-save-the-graves for a few years maybe before i possibly go for a phd. As a neurodivergent person who struggles with routines and energy levels I think a lot about how i would manage such a massive full time job. Currently I work part time at a museum that hosts small archaeological digs for kids and adults, and i have been on excavation courses before, so I know how it partially feels like.

My question is; how do archaeologists who work in the field make time and energy for going to the gym, hanging out with friends and cooking etc outside of work? It can be so intense when you work with stuff you love. Any thoughts?

- @academiaautumn

I think the best advice I can give you is that you need to get in contact with someone working this job in your country who can give you a sense of how things work, because every country is going to be a little bit different. If you're in college/university, your professors probably have connections with colleagues or former students that they can put you in contact with.

I haven't done CRM, but I've been in similar situations and heard from friends who have, and I'll be real with you: a lot of the things you're asking about? You just do not do them. But keep in mind this is for US CRM and your mileage (or kilometerage) may vary.

These jobs are location specific, so you have to travel to wherever the excavation is. Usually for a set duration, with the longest being maybe a couple of months. This time frame and travel limits a lot of what you can do. The company employing you will put you up in a motel, but it probably won't have a kitchen. Because of the travel, most of the people you know are probably on the dig with you.

Time and energy... it depends. Check out the notes on this post for different archaeologists talking about what they do in a day. CRM is hard work, which can also translate to less energy for socialization/extracurricular activities than less physical jobs.

I'm a big believer that archaeology is for everyone, but unfortunately that does not mean that all areas of archaeology are accessible across the board. Before committing to this plan, you need to get a very clear understanding of what this work entails and how that interacts with your own needs. If you don't think those are compatible, 3 years out is plenty of time to start coming up with alternatives for after your master's (which I'm sure exist).

I did not go into CRM because of my own brain and body issues. I'm not saying that you can't or shouldn't, I'm saying that CRM is a difficult environment and you should do everything you can to set yourself up for success.

If anyone who does have actual CRM experience wants to add their perspective, that would be great.

-Reid

[soqueengardener]

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live

[rosepddle010]

I love how Rick never asked why Michonne and Nat shot down the helicopter. She does tell him that they killed ppl, but he never asks. He knew if Michonne was driven to that, she had a good reason. And he knew the CRM deserved it.

[staarksheart]

Rick kicking that CRM agent with his foot like he’s kicking a ball is something I hold very dear to me. And by a ball I mean mean: ⚽️

[prettyshon10]

TOWL EP. 3

SPOILERS

- The episode hasn’t even started yet, and I don’t want it to end

- Now what is this wig they got on Jadis…

- Of course this woman got a plan B in case they kill her. We may detest her, but she’s not an idiot

- This man is gonna snap; you can see it in his eyes (Andrew Lincoln, everybody 👏🏾)

- “You two together? You can do anything.” Even she knows how Rick and Michonne get down—their power is unmatched, y’all!

- Taking note of those “disruption charges”…

- Michonne, your A is showing! Tone it down, tone it down!

- The way the music softens when they see each other

- C’mon score!!

- “I’m not coming—“ the way I slammed my laptop shut

- I shouldn’t be upset, I figured he would do something like this

- “She actually left without you? I don’t believe that, Rick.” Neither do I.

- Not Rick coming for her haircut!

- Wifey so mad right now, she ain’t even sticking to the plan no more. Be afraid, Richard.

- The way she ripped off his helmet—oooh, she’s pissed!

- Michonne pushing that thing by herself when Thorne was struggling

- They’re pushing together!

- The score is scoriiiiiing!

- Thorne, don’t do it!

- Oh my Lord, Rick’s gonna intervene

- Thank goodness, that could’ve went so left

- Jadis, stop instigating!

- This man’s pulling the “break her heart so she’ll walk away from me” card; sir, we just had a whole moment behind some trees a few hours ago, who’s buying that?

- Don’t tell me…

- NO SHE DIDN’T!

- My girl said WE are going home PERIOD

- I love the insanity of it all, honestly

[onefail-at-atime]

Alright Walking Dead fans, time to be honest.

I've started a rewatch after finishing TOWL and can't help but compare the more recent story arcs (Reapers, Commonwealth, CRM) with previous seasons. Is it just me or do the final seasons of TWD and the CRM ending in TOWL seem completely rushed?

I appreciate TOWL for being the Richonne love story that it is, but I can't help feeling as if we were missing a major part of the story development. It felt so short after Rick had been missing for a whole six years.

Part of me also wishes that we had like a 3rd season of World Beyond or even another spinoff that just focused on the CRM and how they were such a big bad entity to hold Rick, and so many others, as essentially captives. To me, it lessened the threat the army posed to Rick and Michonne and even lessened what they accomplished by overthrowing Beale and his accomplices. I would have loved to see more from Rick and Jadis when they learned of the destruction of Omaha and the discussion about the CRM's role after.

I mean, the CRM was teased in TWD, a whole arc in FTWD with Al, and then was the entire focal point of TWB! Only for the leaders to be taken down in less time than it took to defeat the Saviors or the Whisperers.

So c'mon. Indulge me, please. Am I crazy? Because TWD S1-9 seem so fleshed out while S10-11 and all of the TOWL feel like a race to the end just to get to the Dead City and Daryl Dixon spinoffs.

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

These two I swear, Rick was so mad at her

[hasanalaoul]

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[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Intellectual Digest, magazine, CRM (Ziff-Davis), May 1974

[wrtzia]

Don’t - CRM!Rick Grimes x CRM!Reader

Summary ; Where Reader try to know why Rick wants to leave so badly

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Your eyes were looking at him, your brain trying to figure him out. He was one of the only ones who tried to leave, to the point of cutting his hand off. You couldn’t really understand why. There was everything here ; food, protection, water, warm clothes. You didn’t find any reason to leave. This man seemed to be the opposite of you, he didn’t seem to find any reason to stay.

And you made it your mission to figure it out. Figure why. 

You stood up from where you were sitting, your feet carrying you to the bench he was himself sitting on. “Mind if I sit ?” the man simply nodded, probably not thinking much about it. He seemed lost in his thoughts as you took a seat.

You scanned his face, taking in the way he seemed exhausted, the way he seemed sad. His not missing hand was full of tiny scars, his finger honored by a ring you supposed to be an alliance. “You’re Rick Grimes, right ? The one who tried to leave this place a loooot of time.”

The look on his face was enough to tell you he wasn’t really into talking, at least not about himself. Nonetheless, you couldn’t stop yourself. You needed to know more, you were amazed by him for some reason. No matter when or how, you would know. You slowly told him your name, your voice soft as you kept talking. “So, what is your reason ? What makes you want to keep leaving even after you keep failing?”

Silence. The only thing he did was looking at you, his expression serious, not letting any words leave his mouth. Your eyebrow frowned, your eyes met him. You wouldn’t stop there, and something told you he knew that. “Me, for example, I wanna stay here because we are safe, we get food, a house, we’re not alone, we even have a job. I take care of the walkers and I'm allowed to go out sometimes to find supplies !”

“I had all of that too.”

The words leaving his mouth surprised you, a smile still crossing your lips. You kept your ears wide open as more words came out of his mouth. “This place isn’t what all of you say it is. The people all of you cherish so much aren’t who you think they are.”

Your smile fell, one of your eyebrows raising, “is that so ?” and your brain started to think about his words. They weren’t who you thought they were, is that right ? You saw the sincerity in his eyes, heard it in his voice. You let yourself think for a few minutes, thinking about the way the Major and the others were acting or talking, nothing suspicious coming in your mind. Eventually, a question popped in your head, one you knew he probably wouldn't like. Even knowing this, you couldn't stop the words from coming out of your mouth

“Do you have a family ?” 

His face fell, his mouth closed and his eyebrows frowned. Suddenly you felt like you hit a nerve, your own face softening, followed by your voice. “Sorry, none of my business.”

He let out a sigh, hand meeting his grey hair. “My family is out there. That’s why I have to leave. They need me and I need them.” The two of you then met eyes, your gaze softening when you sensed the pain in his.

“I get it. I have no one, perhaps that’s why I love it here.” Your head turned to look at the look in front of you, “Maybe I could help you leave ?” 

You felt his head turn towards you, your head doing the same. You were met by his widened eyes, shock filling him. “You would ?’’ and you shrugged, your head turning back to the water.

“I have nothing to lose.”

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[chaotic-archaeologist]

Sorry just a mini rant bc genuinely appalled at the way some of my coworkers talk about not eating during work. Like buddy we're working CRM. It is a very labour intensive job. It's July and frequently over 30°C. The way you talk about not eating anything til dinner (and sometimes not anything beyond a granola bar all day) is terrifying. Obviously money for food can be tight (I'm feeling it rn) but I've spoken with some of them and they have and can afford food and they almost seem to be bragging about making it through the day on nothing. You are going to collapse! You should be eating!

So yeah my coworkers may not listen to me but to any fellow archaeologists please remember to eat! Even if you're staying hydrated that won't be enough if you're also not eating properly for days. Please take care of yourself in the field.

Everyone should be taking breaks to eat, hydrate, reapply sunscreen, and stretch. Yes, even if you don't feel like you need to. Yes, even if other people are "working through it." Toughing it out is not a badge of honor. It is dangerous, and unnecessarily so.

Just because you can go without doesn't mean you should. Your body is not suddenly the exception to the biological necessities of eating and drinking. Keeping your body nourished is part of long term care for your health. No work is worth shortchanging that.

This applies to all work, not just archaeological excavation. If you're reading this and thinking I totally support this for everyone else, not for me though THIS IS FOR YOU. Taking breaks sets a precedent. Because even if you don't need the break, someone else does, and if you take yours, you're contributing to a work environment where that person can take theirs. There's a reason unions have fought for breaks in pretty much every industry.

-Reid

[edge-lorde]

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[im-immortal]

Small Miracles

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying.

After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down.

Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself.

But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living... he's a walker.

[Moonshine Awards 2023 Third Place Winner for Best WIP ZA, and Second Place Winner for Best WIP Reunion/Fix It!]

Chapter 21 // Part 13: The Car

Beth presses her foot on the gas pedal and drives out of the garage, watching in the rearview mirror as Yesenia and Elba wave goodbye. She feels tears pooling in her eyes and quickly blinks them back. It never ceases to amaze her how, in this new world, such strong and meaningful bonds can be formed in such short amounts of time. As she drives down the road and toward the gate, which is slowly sliding open, Mae leans out the passenger window and waves to Yesenia, Elba, and Guillermo. And then they are pulling out of the gate and onto the cracked street outside of Nuevo Atlanta.  The morning sun is slowly rising higher into the sky, casting a stark brightness across everything. Beth speeds through the streets until they reach the city limits and a sign that says they are leaving Atlanta. Even as she knows they are entering unknown territory and even more unknown dangers, she can’t help feeling as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders: she has her weapons back, a car, and a refreshed store of supplies. Not to mention, she’s had two whole days of good food and real rest. She leaves both Grady and Nuevo Atlanta in the rearview mirror. The wind rushes in through the open windows, and as they reach the open, desolate freeway, Mae lets out a wild laugh. She turns to Beth with a grin that is slowly fading and turning to a frown of worry with every mile they put between themselves and the sight of the Atlanta skyline. “Beth.” “Yeah?” “Do you… do you think we’ll make it? Like, really make it?” Beth glances in the rearview mirror to catch Gale’s milky white eyes. They exchange a discreet smirk. “We already did.”